Never have I been down this path before. The time has come and the tower clock bell has rung. The bells' constant toll a reminder that life has many an expected goal. Marriage, Children, Prosperity, Success, Wisdom, and so much more.

Words all echoing repeatedly, looming louder and louder until with my hands my ears are covered tightly in a futile attempt to shut them out.

With eyes of stormy blue frantically gazing about for an escape that doesn't exist, one thought enters the mind... The calming touch of someone seemingly to me almost ages old. I have known him 'forever.'

There I know I will find my peace from this path of life I am not yet ready to face. My comfort from fear of the possibilities and hope for the future.

Fear of succeeding. Fear of failure. Fear of living. Fear of dying. Even fear of fear. But the most agonizing fear of all... Fear of being alone, as is the last acorn on the barren tree in fall.

Suddenly looming larger than the future of life are the arms of this someone seemingly to me almost ages old. The arms that hold me as a child when in fear. The gentle fingers that brush a stray lock of hair from the brow, when in doubt. The soft deep voice that encourages the heart and soul that at times seem so empty.

For you see the path of life does not move in but one direction. It travels both north and south, and both east and west. And when traveled in pairs is experienced best.

Written & Copyrighted by Jesslan
18 April 1999